Giving up a final green flare,
sol’s flaming imperial chariot founders,
dragging the bloody curtain down
across the sky as night bleeds
on the blades of an already
rust reddened west.
The sun rises refreshed,
bloodthirst slaked,
unfurls its flaming wings,
phoenix, warbird,
through the heat shimmer
shining over smoldering ruins
ready again to make meek
the savage pride.
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